Mortal Bones

Xuanhuangtian.

In front of the temple on the top of the nameless hill.

"Little monk, do you still remember me?"

A tall man in mysterious clothes, with a cold face and sunken eye sockets, slowly walked towards the entrance of the ruined temple with his hands behind his back.

This is the Jiuyuan Demonic Cultivator who just jumped off the black dragon.

At this time, the brother and sister were standing at the door of the ruined temple with frightened faces.

But the crazy monk with the broken leg seemed to know nothing, holding the broken bowl and watching the fun with a smile.

"Little monk, are you really crazy, or are you pretending to be crazy?"

The man in black with sunken eyes crossed his arms and shouted again with a smile.

The crazy monk still seemed not to have heard, licking the remaining porridge grains at the edge of the bowl and giggling happily.

The young man on the side understood something at this moment, and his eyes were full of horror and he said;

"You...you are...the monster that killed the young master and his master back then?"

The girl was suddenly shocked and said:

"It was you who killed my father, mother, and so many uncles in our Xiong'er Village?"

Hearing this, the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, he looked up at the ruined temple behind him and said:

"I thought that by killing the old monk and cutting off the mountain road, the incense in this temple would be cut off."

"Unexpectedly, decades have passed and the incense in this temple has still not dissipated."

When he said this, the man lowered his head, looked at the girl with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone: "You guessed it right, your father, your mother, and the villagers of Xiong'er Village were the ones who fought against the Yunpo Army when I fought against them. I sent someone to clean it up when I passed by."

The man paused again before continuing:

"So, what should you do?"

The girl, overwhelmed by anger, pulled out the hatchet from her waist and rushed towards the man with a loud shout of "Ah".

The young man wanted to step forward to stop him, but he couldn't hold back the girl who was as strong as a bull at the moment. He could only watch helplessly as she raised her knife and slashed at the man.

"I will cut you to pieces with a thousand knives!"

When she was less than a foot away from the Demon Emperor of Jiuyuan, the girl suddenly jumped up, then grasped the handle of the hatchet with both hands, and slashed at the head of the Demon Emperor of Jiuyuan with a sharp knife.

"Bang!--"

But the Demon Emperor just slapped his palm, and the girl flew backwards with her sword.

"Bang!"

In the end, the girl broke the door of the ruined temple and fell heavily in front of the Buddha statue in the ruined temple.

"Amei!"

"Uh-huh!"

The young man was about to rush into the ruined temple to check on his sister's injuries, but as soon as he turned around, the figure of the Jiuyuan Demon Emperor stood behind him with a sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately, he saw the Jiuyuan Demon Emperor with deep-set eyes and sneered:

"Don't be anxious, I'll take you to see her."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were two "bang, bang" sounds. The young man and the crazy monk were kicked away by the Jiuyuan Demon King, and they all flew down in front of the Buddha statue in the temple.

Then the Demon King walked into the ruined temple, looked around at the furnishings in the temple leisurely, nodded and said:

"Although it is a lot dilapidated, the furnishings in this temple have not changed at all."

After finishing speaking, he stood in the center of the ruined temple hall, looked at the three people lying on the ground with his hands behind his back and said:

"I left in a hurry last time and didn't tell you my master's name. This time you three will remember it well."

As he said that, he saw the Demon King open his palm and slide out a long knife from his sleeve. Then he slowly raised the knife and walked towards the three of them while walking forward:

"My name is Ghost Fern."

After saying this, he made a "swish" sound and slashed towards the girl with his knife without any warning.

The boy who was originally lying on the ground, as if by instinct, rolled up suddenly and threw the girl down to protect him at the moment when the Demon Emperor Guifen drew his sword.

"Chi!..."

Demon Emperor Guifen's long sword slashed at the young man's back.

In just the blink of an eye, the blood seeping out of the bone-deep knife wound turned the boy's shabby clothes red.

The girl seemed to be speechless, looking at her brother who fell on her with horror in her eyes. Although her mouth kept opening and closing, she couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Demon Emperor Guifen smiled coldly, then raised the long knife in his hand again and slashed at the brothers and sisters in front of him.

"boom!"

But this time, at the moment when the Demon King Guifen raised the long sword in his hand, the mad monk who was curled up on the ground suddenly had his robes billowing, and his aura suddenly rose.

Immediately, the crazy monk was seen punching the Demon King Ghost Fern with a heavy punch without any warning.

"Bang!……"

Amidst the loud noise, the crazy monk's fist actually hit the Demon Emperor Gui Fern, staggering back several steps and almost exiting the temple directly.

Immediately afterwards, the clothes were torn, revealing a crazy monk with a body comparable to that of a warrior in the Martial God Realm. He put one hand on the ground and put a palm up with the other. His eyes were clear and firm as he looked at the Demon Emperor Gui Fern and said:

"Ghost Fern, the hatred of the master's killer is irreconcilable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crazy monk suddenly jumped up using his hands and feet, and at the same time, he punched the Demon King Ghost Fern again with his fist.

When this punch was thrown, the crazy monk's whole body was covered with golden light.

That body is already comparable to the body of Buddhist Vajra.

And his fist was as if it had become one with the hill below him. His fist was as powerful as a mountain, and it hit Gui Fern heavily.

"Bang!--"

With another loud noise, the ghost fern was punched out of the temple by the crazy monk.

Immediately, the mad monk used his hands instead of feet again, jumped up, and chased after the ghost fern.

"Swish!——"

But almost at the same time when the mad monk jumped up, a surging and river-like knife force, carrying a dazzling knife light, slashed towards him.

"Bang!"

Although the mad monk was protected by layers of golden light, he still couldn't block the knife of the Demon King Ghost Fern, and was hit by the surging knife force and flew back to the Buddha statue in the ruined temple again.

At the same time, it can be seen that there was a deep wound on the chest of the mad monk.

At this time, the Demon King Ghost Fern took his bloody long knife and stepped over the threshold of the ruined temple again, blocking the door of the ruined temple.

He said coldly with an expressionless face:

"You have been acting crazy and stupid for decades, and you only have this little blood and energy?"

The mad monk said nothing, regardless of the knife wound on his body, and jumped up again with his hands on the ground, raising his fist to hit the Demon King Ghost Fern.

"Shua!"

"Shua shua!..."

Amid the sound of the knife breaking through the air, the wounds on the mad monk's body began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short moment, he had become a bloody man like the young man.

Even if you look closely, you can see that the knife wounds on the mad monk's body are not cuts, but flesh cuts.

This demon king ghost fern clearly intends to cut the flesh and blood of the mad monk piece by piece and torture him to death.

The girl looked at the mad monk, then at her unconscious brother in her arms, and a look of despair appeared in her eyes.

But as if it was instinct, she suddenly turned around, climbed onto a bloody cushion, and then knelt down and prayed with a crying voice:

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva in heaven, Qiuqiu, please save my brother, save my little master!"

After that, she knocked her head heavily on the ground again and again.

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

However, what the girl waited for was not the response of the Bodhisattva, but the footsteps of the Demon King behind her.

The Demon King Ghost Fern put the knife on the girl's neck and said in a cold tone:

"Don't say that your Bodhisattva didn't respond to you. Even if he did, I, Ghost Fern, will send you to the underworld with him."

But the girl seemed numb and continued to kowtow.

Seeing this, the Demon King Ghost Fern raised the long knife in his hand expressionlessly, aimed at the girl's neck, and prepared to cut it off with one knife.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, the girl knocked her head heavily on the ground again.

The Demon King Ghost Fern was ready to cut off the long knife in his hand.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, accompanied by a deafening sound of breaking through the air, a beam of golden light with a width of more than ten feet went straight through the roof of the ruined temple and fell on the clay Buddha in the ruined temple.

At the same time, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, tens of millions of golden Buddha hands stretched out from the Buddha light and slapped towards the Nine Abyss Demon King Ghost Fern.

The Demon King Ghost Fern was slapped out of the ruined temple.

The girl, with a look of astonishment, slowly raised her head.

The faceless clay Buddha enshrined in the ruined temple not only had eyebrows and eyes, but also looked extremely vivid, as if a real Buddha had descended to the earth.

In an instant, the girl burst into tears.

At this moment, one beam of golden light after another fell on the girl, the boy in the pool of blood, and the crazy monk.

A magnificent Buddhist magic power began to be poured into the bodies of the three people by the method of initiation.

"Boom boom boom!..."

After a moment, three extremely powerful aura fluctuations, with the small ruined temple as the core, suddenly shook and spread in all directions.

On this day, after experiencing a long period of millions of years, the monks of the Shangqing Realm finally once again experienced the shocking and terrifying magical power contained in the complete Buddhist inheritance.